For me, parenting involves a fair amount of paranoia. My kids are so lucky.
I’m afraid of convenience stores.
I’m pretty sure if I step foot in one something bad like a hostage situation is going to go down. Sorry kiddies, no stopping for Hot Cheetos and Slurpees on the way to Vegas, I love you waaay too much.
I’m afraid to let my kids play in those fast food play areas.
I received the same email forward you all did about the poop and syringes found in that ball pit someplace that one time. Sorry kids, no poopy needle ball pits for you.
I’m afraid to be one of the few people playing at the park with my kids.
In my recent experience, lots of people just hang out at the park and watch. Maybe they are perfectly respectable people deep in thought facing some pressing life crossroad, or maybe they are just staring at my kids a little too intently. Whatever it is, I don’t like it. Sorry kiddies, no playing at the deserted park with random lonely people without children or dogs watching. Just watching…
I prefer the term “cautious” to paranoid because it sounds diligent, responsible and deserving of a big gold star.
But just so you know, it’s not just me. My kids fear, or at one time have feared: helmets, Tim Burton films, volcanoes, piranhas, the garage door, men in makeup and rabies.
When you really get down to the crux of it, you know you’ve feared a helmet or volcano in your day…right? Tell me I’m right.
Do you have any “cautious” fears? Do your children?